Via Fatadelic, the Cuss-o-meter:
The Rotund and I recently sent a chapter to our editor so she could advise us on keeping the two-become-one voice smooth before we proceeded* with writing the rest of the book. One of the suggestions she had was that we should cut down on the swearing, saving dirty words for moments when they would have maximum impact. Fair enough.
But here’s the hilarious part. Because we’d been focusing on blending our voices, The Rotund had actually sworn more than usual–knowing damn well who her co-writer was–and I had dialed it down, knowing my co-writer doesn’t habitually say “fuck” every other word, so any passages that looked like that would scream “KATE.”
Turns out meeting each other halfway is still too much. And that is so totally all my fault. Heh. What can I say? I blame my longshoremen parents for raising me in a barn.
And since I have to be more conservative in the book, you’d better fuckin’ believe I’m gonna keep working on getting a 100% rating around here.
*Speaking of editors, I was just telling FJ this morning that I have an almost superstitious fear of remarking on my mad grammar skillz, because it inevitably means the next sentence out of my mouth/fingers will contain a glaring error. The original version of this post said “preceded” there. SEE?